And he gazed down into the water, and it reflected him in his perfect and immaculate glory. Indeed, he could even see his reflection shimmering in the toilet bowl, as his shit slowly drifted around. He felt the cold white porcelain in his hands, as he prepared to puke again, and watch his reflection change. His face was certainly handsome. Even as he was sweating and vomiting, and constantly shitting, he would occasionally capture a glimpse of himself. And it was beyond glory. He could feel his muscles flex, his hands coming close to breaking the toilet with their grip strength alone. Looking at own face, his own reflection, with every type of bodily excrement floating above it and around it and underneath it, And know, That in this moment, Of Absolute Weakness, and Disgusting Bodily Function. He Could Flush, And Clear it All Away, And see a Perfect Reflection of Himself, Once Again.